Children Of The Swamp
They were born on the feast of the weak
They revealed the repulsion of things
They were spread like a deadly disease
They corrupted the chambers within
It was foretold, it was imminent
That tragic deaths would be held for them
They were the children of the swamp
Their sickness would be ceased
They had no place to run
Their resources had been sealed
They were trapped in the fields of deceit
They were fooled by a marvelous treat
They were slaughtered with bestial conceit
Their cadavers were burnt underneath
Sane existence, sane collapse
It was foretold, it was imminent
That tragic deaths would be held for them
They were the children of the swamp
Their sickness would be ceased
They had no place to run
Their resources had been sealed
Sane existence, sane collapse
Their remembrance has withered
Their extinction was not mourned
Filhos do Pântano
Eles nasceram na festa dos fracos
Revelaram a repulsa das coisas
Se espalharam como uma doença mortal
Corromperam as câmaras internas
Foi previsto, era iminente
Que mortes trágicas seriam reservadas a eles
Eram os filhos do pântano
Sua doença seria encerrada
Não tinham para onde correr
Seus recursos estavam selados
Estavam presos nos campos da enganação
Foram enganados por um doce maravilhoso
Foram massacrados com um orgulho bestial
Seus cadáveres foram queimados por baixo
Existência sã, colapso sã
Foi previsto, era iminente
Que mortes trágicas seriam reservadas a eles
Eram os filhos do pântano
Sua doença seria encerrada
Não tinham para onde correr
Seus recursos estavam selados
Existência sã, colapso sã
Sua lembrança murchou
Sua extinção não foi lamentada